My Dirty Paint Paints

Today I am wearing

My dirty paint pants

Their story not told

Worn clean one day

Tear drops stain first

Then booze and smoke

Spray can thrown burst

Sharp wire torn hem

Holes tell of wear

Glue oil spray glaze

All hues blotch daze

Paw print hand smear

Fire stoke too near

Sparks char synth cloth

Blues pinks golds shine

Greys and lust hide

Reds burn heart sign

My fav pants friend

I wear them proud

In view of crowd

Odd stair glance yawn

They dance with pain

From tear to gone

Now I perch sit

Paint drips from brush

Why you would ask

One three whys too:

Greens teals peach stains

Dark light bright nights

Splats swipes drips globs

Dreams that’s one three

Still brush drips paint

One three whys gave

But paused to say

What I wear today